-- 12 Viducia 796 (12 February 2022) --
It's just another quiet day with the pigs of Greyleigh Manor.... or IS it???
[Greyleigh Manor, Kitchen Yard]
This yard on the far north side of the Greyleigh grounds occupies the space between the manor'soutbuildings and the hulking mass of the town's perimeter wall. Westward a kitchen garden sits nestled in a corner between wall and house, but here the scene is dominated by a large pigpen with sturdy rail fencing. A latched gate leads into the pen, and on the opposite side a large thatch-roofed sty sits close by the weathered stone of the wall, separated from it only by a line of shady gloam pines. Looking east, the trees thicken into a small wood.
Cardinal Exits: east, south, west and north: pigsty gate (closed)
The occasional sound of voices or the neigh of a horse carries through an open breezeway to the south.
You open the pigsty gate.
You walk through the pigsty gate.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow waddles away through the pigsty gate.
You sigh.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar trundles away through the pigsty gate.
You walk through the pigsty gate.
A thick, misty-colored sow waddles over through the pigsty gate.
A thick, misty-colored sow sits down, rolling and wallowing.
You walk through the pigsty gate.
[Greyleigh Manor, Pigsty]
No cramped affair, the fenced sty of the Greyleigh pigs takes up a sizeable portion of the central kitchen yard. Bare dirt turns into a shallow mucky wallow to one side of the pen, clearly a favourite lounging place for its inhabitants. Shade and shelter are provided by a roofed and walled enclosure to the north, as well as by a small plum tree that has been allowed to stretch its generous branches over the west fence from the garden.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar is standing here.
The sun shines against the cold blue backdrop of the sky.
Cardinal Exits: south: pigsty gate (open)
(At the general area): You grumble, "You are the only well-behaved one of the lot, but that is because you are too lazy to move."
The blue of the sky deepens even as the sun remains pale and chilly.
You have emoted: Despite the harsh words, Rukhnis leans over to pet a grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar surreptitiously on the withers.
You walk through the pigsty gate.
You walk to the west.
[Greyleigh Manor, Kitchen Garden]
In the space formed by the corner of the town wall and the slightly less substantial walls of the great house, the sheltered kitchen gardens of the manor find a space to flourish. Graveled paths lead in precisely angled lines between the long rows of vegetables, most of them planted in raised wooden beds, a few housed in pots and buckets to be moved indoors or out according to the vagaries of the weather. A thatched shed sits in the far northwest corner, a hoe propped to one side of the plank door.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar trundles about.
The sun shines against the cold blue backdrop of the sky.
Cardinal Exits: east
A doughy, foggy-coated boar sits down, rolling and wallowing.
You stare flatly at a doughy, foggy-coated boar.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar straightens to stand.
A ruddy, thickset cook walks over from the east.
While a crisp cold breeze blows in off the sea with a scent of frosty seafoam, the heavens hold a chilly light unmarked by a single cloud.
You have emoted: Rukhnis points very firmly off to the east, and tells a doughy, foggy-coated boar in a tone to match, "You must leave the garden and go back to the yard. You will make the most terrible mess here."
A doughy, foggy-coated boar appears to ignore your request.
A ruddy, thickset cook waddles into the garden red-faced and frazzled, shrieking, "Why is there a pig in the yard -- "
You have emoted: Rukhnis sighs at a doughy, foggy-coated boar, glancing between it and the direction of the pigsty. "Please?" she amends politely.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar waddles away to the east.
A ruddy, thickset cook stops short and bellows, "WHY IS THERE A PIG IN THE GARDEN!?"
A ruddy, thickset cook hustles aside clear of the boar as he waddles off to the yard.
Seething and speaking with squeaky furor, a ruddy, thickset cook tells you, "Ya better keep 'im in line, pig -witch-!"
A ruddy, thickset cook brandishes a slab-like cuffing hand.
Cool and pale, the sky stretches boundlessly above.
You have emoted: Rukhnis's eyes narrow as she observes a ruddy, thickset cook, an ominous expression as if she were readying a curse to be loosed upon her here and now. But of course, she isn't actually a witch, so it's just a look.
A ruddy, thickset cook twists her mouth in an unsettled scowl, adding with a little less teeth, "Or else," before turning about and waddling back to the yard, with just a twitch of an uneasy backwards glance.
A ruddy, thickset cook walks away to the east.
You walk to the east.
[Greyleigh Manor, Kitchen Yard]
This yard on the far north side of the Greyleigh grounds occupies the space between the manor'soutbuildings and the hulking mass of the town's perimeter wall. Westward a kitchen garden sits nestled in a corner between wall and house, but here the scene is dominated by a large pigpen with sturdy rail fencing. A latched gate leads into the pen, and on the opposite side a large thatch-roofed sty sits close by the weathered stone of the wall, separated from it only by a line of shady gloam pines. Looking east, the trees thicken into a small wood.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar is wallowing around. A small chubby grey-and-white sow is rooting aroundhere.
The sun shines against the cold blue backdrop of the sky.
Cardinal Exits: east, south, west and north: pigsty gate (open)
The occasional sound of voices or the neigh of a horse carries through an open breezeway to the south.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar straightens to stand.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow trundles away to the west.
A thick, misty-colored sow trundles over through the pigsty gate.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar waddles away through the pigsty gate.
You sigh.
You jump off a rail fence.
You walk to the west.
You have emoted: Rukhnis waves gently at a small chubby grey-and-white sow, telling it, "Come now, back to the sty.."
A small chubby grey-and-white sow waddles away to the east.
You walk to the east.
You issue a command.
A thick, misty-colored sow trundles away through the pigsty gate.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow straightens to stand.
You issue a command.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow trundles away through the pigsty gate.
You close the pigsty gate.
You perch yourself on the top rail of the pigpen fence.
Cool and pale, the sky stretches boundlessly above.
A cool breath of air slips across the land, brushing away the warmth from the sun.
A ruddy, thickset cook walks over from the south.
You have emoted: Rukhnis is sitting on the fence watching the pigs, looking entirely unobjectionable and surely not woolgathering at all.
A ruddy, thickset cook carries a basket over towards the garden yard, holding a small trowel and probably planning to look for potatoes. She casts a glower at you on the way.
Hungry oinking can be heard among the pigs in the sty.
You have emoted: The glower seems to glance right off Rukhnis without making any impression whatsoever, as she continues to watch her muddy charges with every sign of absent-minded contentment.
A ruddy, thickset cook scowls harder, waddling over to the sty gate with a frown at you. "Making an awful racket!" she blames, reaching her free hand for the gate.
A ruddy, thickset cook opens the pigsty gate.
A ruddy, thickset cook pokes her head towards the gate, rebuking the animals inside loudly and scoldingly. "Quiet down in thur! Shaddup!"
The blue of the sky deepens even as the sun remains pale and chilly.
A thick, misty-colored sow trundles over through the pigsty gate, snuffling hungrily.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow waddles over through the pigsty gate, with a flurry of ravenous squeals.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar trundles over through the pigsty gate, rampaging and grunting.
You have emoted: Rukhnis frowns back at a ruddy, thickset cook, rather imperiously. "They are only making a usual amount of noise for them, and they are surely allowed to speak their minds when they are hungry."
A small chubby grey-and-white sow sits down, rolling and wallowing.
A ruddy, thickset cook shrieks, "AUGH! THE PIGS'RE OUT! GUH! PIG WITCH!"
A ruddy, thickset cook runs away to the south, huffing and puffing away.
You have emoted: Rukhnis gazes flatly at someone for a long moment, then shifts her gaze aside to the pigs with what is -surely- not an eyeroll.
(At a rail fence): You grumble, "They are supposed to be be out if they wish, so long as they are supervised. That woman has all the brains of a sandflea."
You jump off a rail fence.
You have emoted: Rukhnis reaches out to rub a thick, misty-colored sow behind the ears with rough affection, the sort appreciated by a rough-and-tumble muddy pig.
You say to a thick, misty-colored sow, "You will of course pay her no mind, and continue to say what you wish. The woman is a fool."
A thick, misty-colored sow tilts her head happily and butts against you.
A thick, misty-colored sow then starts to nose around the yard, hungrily.
You ponder the situation.
You have emoted: Rukhnis turns a thoughtful frown up at the sky, then glances around the yard.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow straightens to stand.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar sits down, rolling and wallowing.
A thick, misty-colored sow waddles away to the south, snuffling hungrily.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar waddles over through the pigsty gate, scurrying frantically.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow trundles away to the south, with a flurry of ravenous squeals.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar trundles away to the south, scurrying frantically.
You furrow your brow.
You say to a doughy, foggy-coated boar, "If you would be so kind as to stay out of the garden.."
You walk to the south.
You step out onto a gravel path leading to the courtyard.
A clamor of shouts and screams rises along main street, along with the boisterous noises of rampaging livestock!
You sigh heavily.
You walk to the south.
You walk through the heavy iron gate.
You walk to the east.
You walk to the east.
Cool and pale, the sky stretches boundlessly above.
(At the general area): You grumble, "I do not know how they can trundle about so slowly when you are looking, and then move with such swiftness as soon as they are out of sight.."
You walk to the east.
A redheaded guard of the town watch walks away to the south, patrolling.
You walk to the south.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat looks at you.
While below the smell of mud and cold permeates the streets of the town, the crystalline skies are laced with a biting chill.
You have emoted: Rukhnis trots into the area, with a somewhat exasperated look for the pigs.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat snorts hungrily and stamps a hoof, rolling wild eyes.
You say, "There is nothing wrong with going to eat garbage in town," Rukhnis tells the pigs as if she were lecturing small children, "But you must not simply run off."
A thick, misty-colored sow charges away to the south, snuffling hungrily.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow charges away to the north, with a flurry of ravenous squeals.
You drop your face to your palm, shaking your head as you let out deep sigh.
You walk to the south.
You have emoted: Rukhnis tells a thick, misty-colored sow firmly, "You must follow me, and we can go to one of the better streets.. There is scarcely anything to eat here." She is the voice of reason.
A thick, misty-colored sow falls in with you.
A broad guard of the town watch walks over from the east, patrolling.
A broad guard of the town watch stares at all the animals.
You have emoted: Rukhnis tips her chin in a nod to a thick, misty-colored sow, graciously approving of its sensible behaviour.
A broad guard of the town watch says, "What's this! We have to protect the market..."
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar trundles over from the north, scurrying frantically.
A broad guard of the town watch runs away to the south, patrolling.
A redheaded guard of the town watch walks away to the south, patrolling.
A bearded guard of the town watch walks over from the east, patrolling.
A bearded guard of the town watch walks away to the south, rushing about towards the market square.
You have emoted: Rukhnis frowns after the guard, then comments to the newly arrived pig, "I do not know what he is so frantic about."
A rosy guard of the town watch walks over from the north, rushing about towards the market square.
A rosy guard of the town watch walks away to the south, rushing about towards the market square.
A thick, misty-colored sow waddles away to the north, snuffling hungrily.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar waddles away to the north, scurrying frantically.
You walk to the north.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat charges away to the south, with an angry snort.
A thick, misty-colored sow charges away to the south, snuffling hungrily.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar charges away to the south, scurrying frantically.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow charges away to the south, with a flurry of ravenous squeals.
You walk to the south.
A thick, misty-colored sow whuffles and grunts.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat peels back her lips to taste the air.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat trots away to the south, with an angry snort.
A thick, misty-colored sow waddles away to the south, snuffling hungrily.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow waddles away to the south, with a flurry of ravenous squeals.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar waddles over from the north, rampaging and grunting.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar waddles away to the south, rampaging and grunting.
You have emoted: Rukhnis sighs and tells a grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar, "Come along.."
You walk to the south.
A cool breath of air slips across the land, brushing away the warmth from the sun.
You walk to the north.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar straightens to stand.
You have emoted: Rukhnis stares very hard at a grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar. "You cannot just sit there."
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar gives you an innocent look. A very hungry innocent look.
You have emoted: Rukhnis tells a grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar, "Everyone else is leaving us behind, and we have not even found any nice garbage yet."
You walk to the south.
You walk to the north.
You issue a command.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar falls in with you.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar wiggles around with a squeal.
You walk to the south.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar walks over from the north, scurrying frantically.
You walk to the south.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar walks over from the north, scurrying frantically.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar sits down, rolling and wallowing.
You walk to the south.
[St Loomis, Nearing the Markets(#1625)]
The way grows muddier and more haphazard as one proceeds further south along Main Street. Wooden planks cross shallow roadside trenches from residences and shops alike, and here and there a vendor's stall narrows the cobbled road in such a way as to earn the enmity of haste-making wagon drivers. Off to the north a picketed yard encircles a spire-topped building, appearing to offer some small refuge from the chaos.
Cardinal Exits: south, southeast and north
Guard rush all over town, leaving their usual patrols. They can be heard yelling about forming a barricade before the stampede reaches the market square!
You have emoted: Rukhnis starts to look over her shoulder for her lazy boar friend, but stops stock still on finding the clamour surrounding the market.
You have emoted: Rukhnis looks around in complete bemusement, before approaching a guard to inquire politely, "What in the world is going on here?" Clearly this has nothing to do with her, or her pigs.
A scrawny brown milk cow meanders over from the north, lowing hungrily.
A scrawny brown milk cow trudges away to the north, lowing hungrily.
A scrawny brown milk cow meanders over from the north, lowing hungrily.
A scrawny brown milk cow lows at the guard blockade, wandering over and trying to get through.
A broad guard of the town watch tries to block a scrawny brown milk cow.
A scrawny brown milk cow is blocked by a broad guard of the town watch.
A scrawny brown milk cow flicks one ear forward.
You frown at a scrawny brown milk cow.
A broad guard of the town watch frowns at you. "These animals are trying to get to the food at the market," he states, looking you over in an unfriendly fashion.
Cool and pale, the sky stretches boundlessly above.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow waddles over from the south, with a flurry of ravenous squeals.
A broad guard of the town watch tries to block a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow is blocked by a broad guard of the town watch.
You have emoted: Rukhnis turns her attention from the guard to eye the cow with some concern, which seems to be for the state of the cow itself rather than anything to do with the guards' fears.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow squeals angrily at a broad guard of the town watch.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow whuffles and grunts.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow shifts aggressively towards a broad guard of the town watch.
A broad guard of the town watch stares at a small chubby grey-and-white sow. "Stop! You're under arrest!" he declares, pointing with a frown.
Grunting and squealing, a small chubby grey-and-white sow slams into a broad guard of the town watch, heavy head swung into the left hip.
The slam lands over a broad guard of the town watch's left hip.
You have emoted: Rukhnis says matter-of-factly, "Well, these pigs will be no trouble." She actually seems to believe this. "They are Greyleigh pigs, and so very--"
You stare at a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
(At the general area): A broad guard of the town watch shifts closer to a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
A broad guard of the town watch gets a grip on a small chubby grey-and-white sow, ready to drag her somewhere.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow squeals ferociously.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow's head darts in a sloppy bite at a broad guard of the town watch's right hip.
The bite clips by.
You say to a small chubby grey-and-white sow, "NO. That is not at all the right thing to do."
A broad guard of the town watch swings a kick towards a small chubby grey-and-white sow's right haunch.
In close quarters, the kick impacts with a solid blow upon a small chubby grey-and-white sow's right haunch.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow gives you a pathetic oinking while still trying to take a chunk out of a broad guard of the town watch.
Head lowered while squealing fiercely, a small chubby grey-and-white sow drives straight toward a broad guard of the town watch.
The trample lands over a broad guard of the town watch's left hip.
A broad guard of the town watch keeps his footing.
You shift closer to a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
You try to grapple with a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
You aren't strong enough to secure a grip on a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
A broad guard of the town watch aims a punch at a small chubby grey-and-white sow's right ear.
In close quarters, the punch impacts with a light blow upon a small chubby grey-and-white sow's right ear.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow's head darts in a sloppy bite at a broad guard of the town watch's right hand.
A broad guard of the town watch swings a kick towards a small chubby grey-and-white sow's right flank.
In close quarters, the kick connects lightly upon a small chubby grey-and-white sow's right flank.
Grunting and squealing, a small chubby grey-and-white sow slams into a broad guard of the town watch, heavy head swung into the stomach.
The slam lands over a broad guard of the town watch's stomach.
You have emoted: Rukhnis stuggles futilely to haul a small chubby grey-and-white sow away from the guard while not being inappropriately mean about it. "You must come away," she grunts with effort, sounding not unlike her charges.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat meanders over from the south, with an angry snort.
A broad guard of the town watch tries to stop fighting.
A broad guard of the town watch is still trying to stop fighting.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat peels back her lips to taste the air.
A broad guard of the town watch attempts to release a small chubby grey-and-white sow into your care, grumbling.
A broad guard of the town watch is still trying to stop fighting.
Head lowered while squealing fiercely, a small chubby grey-and-white sow drives straight toward a broad guard of the town watch.
You try to grapple with a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
You aren't strong enough to secure a grip on a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow still seems intent on eating a broad guard of the town watch.
With a shrill squeal, a small chubby grey-and-white sow butts sharp tusks towards a broad guard of the town watch's stomach.
A broad guard of the town watch yelps and shoves at a small chubby grey-and-white sow. "Control your damn pig!" he belts out at you.
You have emoted: Rukhnis is getting about as muddy as the pig itself, and making not the least bit of progress towards hauling it off.
A broad guard of the town watch glances around swiftly for an escape.
Grunting and squealing, a small chubby grey-and-white sow slams into a broad guard of the town watch, heavy head swung into the left hip.
The slam lands over a broad guard of the town watch's left hip.
A bearded guard of the town watch points and laughs at a broad guard of the town watch.
A rosy guard of the town watch comments, side-eyeing it all, "We should just eat them."
With a shrill squeal, a small chubby grey-and-white sow butts sharp tusks towards a broad guard of the town watch's groin.
With a shrill squeal, a small chubby grey-and-white sow butts sharp tusks towards a broad guard of the town watch's groin.
A broad guard of the town watch protectively grabs at his groin, still struggling to get away, but seems to be getting progressively angrier.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow's head darts in a sloppy bite at a broad guard of the town watch's left hip.
With a shrill squeal, a small chubby grey-and-white sow butts sharp tusks towards a broad guard of the town watch's left hip.
The pale golden rays of the sun cast the land in brilliant clarity, though lending more light than warmth.
You have emoted: Rukhnis finally gives up pig-wrestling as a lost cause and instead pulls herself to her full height (not saying much) and says in a firm commanding voice, "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW."
A small chubby grey-and-white sow tries to stop fighting.
A broad guard of the town watch breathes out in relief as a small chubby grey-and-white sow finally leaves him alone.
A rosy guard of the town watch looks disappointed. "Well, I guess we won't be having bacon tonight," she mutters.
You have emoted: Rukhnis exhales at a small chubby grey-and-white sow with a great extremity of exasperation, making an escaped strand of muddy hair flutter in front of her face.
You have emoted: Rukhnis shoots a sharp look at a broad guard of the town watch and says with some asperity, "No, you certainly will not be."
A freckled guard of the town watch nods.
A heavyset guard of the town watch looks at you, making a dismissive gesture, then asks a broad guard of the town watch, "What about the cow and horse? Maybe we can eat them."
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat rolls its eyes and stamps a hoof, staring wistfully at the farm stand past the guard blockade.
A broad guard of the town watch tries to block a scrawny brown milk cow.
A scrawny brown milk cow is blocked by a broad guard of the town watch.
You have emoted: Rukhnis frowns at the other animals, starts to say something, but then stops. Looking at the guards again she says, ".. no. They have escaped from someone as well."
A broad guard of the town watch slips while trying to grab a scrawny brown milk cow. "It's a milk cow!" he declares.
A broad guard of the town watch frowns.
A rosy guard of the town watch rubs her nose. "Probably dried up," she comments. "And I don't see anyone coming for it..."
You have emoted: Rukhnis waggles her fingers absently to a small chubby grey-and-white sow, apparently an inducement to attend to her. But she doesn't go anywhere just yet, just continues to frown at the cow.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow falls in with you.
You say, "No, but whoever it belongs to likely is not yet aware it is out."
It's true that the locale seems mostly abandoned by others who have fled the scene...
You have emoted: Rukhnis adds, "It might belong to someone whom it would not be useful to offend. Perhaps it has even wandered from the Mistwatch compound." She eyes a broad guard of the town watch sideways, possibly seeing if he buys this.
Small scraps of cloud appear to speckle the cool blue sky.
A small-framed guard of the town watch frowns at you. "Who're you, anyway?" he asks, none too friendly. "Why's it any of -your- business what -we- do?!"
A broad guard of the town watch holds up a hand and shakes his head at a small-framed guard of the town watch.
Dismayed, a rosy guard of the town watch says, "Ohh... yeah, I think it might be one of the Mistwatch cows..."
You have emoted: Rukhnis replies, very seriously, "I am the Keeper of the Greyleigh Pigs." Somehow she manages to make it sound just like that, as if it were a title of some honour and renown.
Coalescing into larger masses, the billowy clouds scud softly across the azure heavens.
A scrawny brown milk cow moos hungrily.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat peels back her lips to taste the air.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar snorts and roots around.
A small chubby grey-and-white sow hunkers next to your knee, giving a grunt.
A scrawny brown milk cow sits down, bending down with a whuffle of air through large nostrils.
A broad guard of the town watch nods to you. "Get them back home then," he demands gruffly. "We'll deal with the rest."
A broad guard of the town watch glances warningly to a rosy guard of the town watch. "In a way that won't upset the Mistwatch or the Greyleighs."
You have emoted: Rukhnis nods crisply to a broad guard of the town watch, telling him, "I will do so. Thank you."
You squint at a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
A small-framed guard of the town watch glowers at you and hawks up some phlegm, spitting it to the side to land with a splat in a pile of muddy slush.
(At the general area): A small-framed guard of the town watch mutters, "Damn furrenners."
You have emoted: Rukhnis manages to ignore a small-framed guard of the town watch guard as serenely as if he and his phlegm didn't exist.
A rosy guard of the town watch moves to try and grab a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat by the halter.
(At the general area): A rosy guard of the town watch shifts closer to a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat.
A rosy guard of the town watch gets a grip on a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat, but does not look strong enough to drag her anywhere.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat struggles against a rosy guard of the town watch's hold, and successfully frees herself.
A rosy guard of the town watch releases a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat challenges a rosy guard of the town watch with a clarion whinny.
You issue a command.
Head lowered with a sharp whinny, a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat drives straight toward a rosy guard of the town watch, hooves thudding.
(At the general area): A broad guard of the town watch shifts closer to a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat.
A broad guard of the town watch gets a grip on a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat, but does not look strong enough to drag her anywhere.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat challenges a broad guard of the town watch with a clarion whinny.
A broad guard of the town watch aims a punch at a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat's left eye.
A rosy guard of the town watch tries to stop fighting.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat tries to stop fighting.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat drags away with an angry whinny.
A scrawny brown milk cow straightens to stand.
You issue a command.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar falls in with you.
A towheaded young man walks over from the north, on town patrol.
Soft clusters of clouds continue to flow past, pristinely white in the sunshine.
A towheaded young man goes over to a scrawny brown milk cow. "There you are, Bess," he exclaims with gentle cheer, as if all the commotion is not happening at all. "Come with me." He gives a broad guard of the town watch a polite nod.
You have emoted: Rukhnis is about to head off, but stops to stare incredulously at the guard who is senselessly brawling with a horse!
You drop your face to your palm, shaking your head as you let out deep sigh.
A scrawny brown milk cow falls in with a towheaded young man.
You nod approvingly.
A scrawny brown milk cow moos hungrily while nudging a towheaded young man's arm.
You say to a towheaded young man, "That is much more the way."
A towheaded young man gives you a curious, yet guarded look.
Piles of crisp billowy clouds frisk swiftly across the sky, scudding loosely about the looming tower of the St. Loomis lighthouse.
A towheaded young man pats a scrawny brown milk cow on the flank, murmuring aside, "We'll get you some hay at home."
A broad guard of the town watch folds his arms, watching a rosy guard of the town watch and a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat with a frown.
You have emoted: Rukhnis looks abruptly a little abashed as a towheaded young man looks her way, as she evidently realizes that this is St. Loomis and she's a strange foreigner and nobody cares about her approval.
You clear your throat.
A towheaded young man continues to look at you curiously for a moment, then looks away politely as he makes to lead a scrawny brown milk cow off ... presumably back to the Mistwatch Keep.
A towheaded young man walks away to the north, on town patrol.
A scrawny brown milk cow walks away to the north, lowing hungrily.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar sits down, rolling and wallowing.
You have emoted: Rukhnis says to a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat, as if it were just so reasonable to listen to her, "Please behave yourself like a sensible animal and follow the guard.."
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat appears to ignore your request.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat looks at you with a wild toss of its head, eyes rolling to show the whites and red rims.
A thick, misty-colored sow trundles over from the south, snuffling hungrily.
A thick, misty-colored sow sits down, rolling and wallowing.
You have emoted: Rukhnis frowns in concern, murmuring, "Surely there is someone here who has a way with horses, who can calm her.."
Happy little clouds play a neverending game of tag in the sky.
You have emoted: Rukhnis looks between the guards, with a dubious expression that suggests she doubts whether any one of them qualifies.
A thick, misty-colored sow slips through the other way, nearly bowling over a rosy guard of the town watch from the back of the legs, a piece of garbage hanging from her snout.
A thick, misty-colored sow oinks at a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat and goes over to you happily.
A thick, misty-colored sow falls in with you.
You nod at a small chubby grey-and-white sow.
You nod at a thick, misty-colored sow.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat gives a thick, misty-colored sow a long hungry look, large eyes fixes on the garbage, and tosses its head with a whicker and another longing stare past the guard barricade.
You have emoted: "Very good," Rukhnis tells the two sows, then adds approvingly to the second, "And you have even found some quite excellent garbage."
A doughy, foggy-coated boar straightens to stand.
A thick, misty-colored sow straightens to stand.
A broad guard of the town watch stares at a thick, misty-colored sow, then turns in dismay to glance back at the market. He mumbles in vague defeat.
A bearded guard of the town watch says, "How did it even get past? Dammit. The alleys."
You say to a broad guard of the town watch, "Never mind it, it is so rotten that no one but a pig would choose to eat it."
(At the general area): You murmur, "Yet, at the least.."
A rosy guard of the town watch scowls, rubbing at a bruise from her earlier tangle with a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat. "We should eat them," she reiterates, but not very vehemently or loudly this time, seeing as the cow had actually belonged to the Mistwatch.
A freckled guard of the town watch sighs. "Just get a handful of hay or something, lure it back to the Greyleigh stables," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, as if he doesn't want to look at you.
You say, "It is no help to eat any of them. More trouble will come to you from eating somebody's good palfrey than any lasting good it would do you."
Happy little clouds play a neverending game of tag in the sky.
You have emoted: Rukhnis frowns again and says, more to herself than the guards, "Surely someone is bringing word to Imbryck that people here are hungry.. The harvest cannot have been so poor everywhere."
Luckily, there is a sodden bit of hay on the roadside.
You pick up a handful of hay.
A broad guard of the town watch cocks his head, listening to you, and gives a snort. "You think Imbryck cares about us?" he asks roughly. "Well -- we could try, but I doubt that'll mean anything." He keeps his arms folded, transparently trying to project a tough and self-reliant air after having been bested by a small chubby grey-and-white sow in front of all the other guards.
You have emoted: Rukhnis conscientiously picks out the muddiest bits of hay and extends the rest to the palfrey, telling it coaxingly, "Come now, you do not wish to stay here when you can have a nice stable to be in."
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat appears to ignore your request.
You offer a handful of hay to a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat declines the offer of a handful of hay from you.
While at first a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat seems too riled-up to listen to you, she noses at the hay a moment after and stamps a bit closer.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat falls in with you.
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat starts to take a handful of hay from you.
You have emoted: "You are the country's most important port," Rukhnis says, with a vague irritation that seems directed more at a distant and possibly uncaring Imbryck than the guards. "They ought to care. They ought to care very much."
You allow a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat to take a handful of hay.
A broad guard of the town watch gives you a guarded nod.
With a sigh and shrug, a broad guard of the town watch says, "I'll ask the constable if we can send some word, I suppose."
Looking over at a rosy guard of the town watch, a bearded guard of the town watch asks, "You alright there, Polly?"
A guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat gobbles up all of a handful of hay.
a handful of hay is finished.
A rosy guard of the town watch nods at a bearded guard of the town watch.
A thick, misty-colored sow whuffles and grunts.
Grumbling, a rosy guard of the town watch answers, "Just a bit bruised. Stupid horse."
A doughy, foggy-coated boar snorts and roots around.
Scattered clouds chase each other on the breeze.
You have emoted: Rukhnis nods to a guarded-seeming palfrey with a white coat as it finishes the hay, then casts another last frown around the area. She opens her mouth to say something to the guards, but then evidently thinks better of it and simply bows instead.
You have emoted: Rukhnis sighs slightly as she turns to go, beckoning all her animal charges with a sweep of her hand.
You walk to the north.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar walks over from the south, rampaging and grunting.
A thick, misty-colored sow walks over from the south, snuffling hungrily.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar falls in with you.
You walk to the north.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar walks over from the south, rampaging and grunting.
A thick, misty-colored sow walks over from the south, snuffling hungrily.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar walks over from the south, scurrying frantically.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar sits down, rolling and wallowing.
A doughy, foggy-coated boar straightens to stand.
A grey-and-white swirly-patterned boar snorts and roots around.
The guards and the citizens of St Loomis pulled together and managed to stop the livestock rampage. While many simply wanted to slaughter the stampeding animals for meat, a servant of Greyleigh manor refused to let their prize pigs be cut down so unceremoniously, and helped save the lives of the animals by guiding them peacefully back to their homes. There are in particular some whispers about a foreigner 'Pig Witch' who some say started the stampede, and others say stopped it.